Penelope. (SIMPSON'S BAR, 1858.) So you've kem 'yer agen, And one answer won't do? O Sal! 'yer's that derned fool from Simpson's. cavortin' round 'yer in the dew. Kem in, ef you will Thar,-quit! Take a cheer. Not that; you can't fill Them theer cushings this year, For that cheer was my old man's, Joe Simpson, and they don't make such men about 'yer. He was tall, was my Jack, And as strong as a tree. And you come a courtin' his widder! Lord! where can that critter, Sal, be! VOL. I. I You'd fill my Jack's place? Nor a snap to his eyes, And nary-Sho! thar! I was foolin',-I was, Joe, for sar I'm as weak as a gal. Sal! Don't you go, Joe, Or I'll faint,-sure, I shall. Sit down,-anywheer, where you like, Joe,-in that cheer, if you choose,--Lord! where's Sal? Plain Language from Truthful James. (TABLE MOUNTAIN, 1870.) WHICH I wish to remark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain. Ah Sin was his name ; And I shall not deny, In regard to the same, What that name might imply; But his smile it was pensive and childlike, It was August the third, And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William 132 Plain Language from Truthful James. Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand: He did not understand; But he smiled as he sat by the table, With the smile that was childlike and bland. Yet the cards they were stocked In a way that I grieve, At the state of Nye's sleeve, Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers, But the hands that were played Were quite frightful to see, Till at last he put down a right bower, Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me; And he rose with a sigh, And said, "Can this be? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour,"- In the scene that ensued I did not take a hand, But the floor it was strewed Like the leaves on the strand With the cards that Ah sin had been hiding, In his sleeves, which were long, He had twenty-four packs, Which was coming it strong, Yet I state but the facts; And we found on his nails, which were taper, What is frequent in tapers,-that's wax. Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar,— Which the same I am free to maintain. |